I remember one time Frank and I and Sarah went shooting, and I didn't come in FIRST!, but we all had a good time.
Frank and Sarah shot some hippies and one commie on the way to their house.

Later we drank beer and played video games.

Happy wedding day folks!
May you share a long and happy life together.

I hope you get lots of guns and appropriate paraphernalia for gifts! :)

God bless both of you and your marriage.

I remember the time me, Frank, and Sarah took turns open-mouth kissing a horse. What a bad idea.

I remember the day Sarah shot at me because I said Frank looked better in a dress than she did.

I remember in band camp, when Frank and Sarah and I wore our bras on the outside of our uniforms whilst doing lascivious things with our clarinets. Good times.

Oh wait, you wanted fictional stories...sorry.

Happy wedded bliss, you two!

I remember the time Frank and Sarah had me over to help put together the IMAO podcast and it actually came out on time.

(Fiction is fun)

I remember how Frank and I were so happy until SarahK stole my nuke the moon t-shirt and FrankJ's heart.

Michelle Malkin? Wow!

I remember the time Frank J., SarahK and I were hiking the Grand Canyon and Frank tripped over a cactus and I had to hold him down while SarahK pulled needles out of his heinie. We were blinded for 2 hours after having to look at his white rump! What a day!

Ahhh.. the memories, I remember their wedding like it happened today. It was cold as hell on the lake that day and the fish weren't biting at all. The wind was screeching like Hillary at a Dykes on Bikes festival.

Congratulations.

Ahh, I remember that time Frank and Sarah felt sorry for me because I have no money so they organized this lovely charity drive so I can stay in college... *cough cough*

I'll never forget that time that Frank, Sarah, and I donned our ninja gear, snuck into the DNC headquarters, and pissed in Howard's liquor cabinet. The DNC's winged monkeys guards were pretty fierce, but Sarah's got a wicked aim with a shuriken...

I remember the time Frank J. got into a drinking contest with Buck the Marine, but Chomps the world's angriest dog got drunk so SarahK had to lure Chomps into an adamintium cage using Scott McClellan as bait in order to keep Chomps from hurting anybody important. As for the contest itself, the Rumsfeld Strangler was declared the victor for obvious reasons.

There was this one time, we got really drunk and decided to grease up the cats and try to catch them. We were playing 'Danger Zone' over and over... and let me tell ya... chasing greased up cats IS dangerous!

I remember the time that FrankJ got really drunk and thought maybe he was invisible, in particular while standing in a Ninja stance...

Oh wait. That did happen. I so suck at this game...

Congrats Frank and Sarah!

I remember the time that Frank J. and Sarah K.-J. got married, and I got linked front page at IMAO.

Yeah, it was awesome. Of course, I didn't post any reasonable, funny, or angrifying blog posts that day, so I kind of fumbled the ball there.

...wait, the day's not over. I'm off to post and make the most of my 15 minutes of e-fame!

I remember that one time at the Vast Right Wing / Elders of Zion Chritsmas party. Me and Frank J. prank called a bunch of reporters saying we were Rove and Libby and said something about some Plame lady being a CIA agent. After Sarah K pulled Rove's head out of the egg nogg she came and got very mad at us and pistol whipped us with her Mr. Shinny. Oh those were the days

Remember the time Frank and I were out drinking and after his seventh Zima he decided that we should all go down to the protest march. It was the million moron march or moonbats against the war or something. Anyway Sarahk had this great idea to get a lot of the protesters to "register" with the DNC. Because they were all stoned out hippie types they didn't even realise they were going into an army recruters office. Twelve weeks later lots of sun and sand.

Good times... Congratulations

Heh. Wow, so many stories to tell... Remember that time when we were messing around at that Kinkos in Texas, faxing crap that we had banged out on the copies of MS Word they had laying around?

For those who weren't there, you have to imagine Frank hunched over a HP officejet, wearing nothing but boxer shorts and war paint, screaming in a fake Scottish burr "Off ye go! Fly fast, me boys! Those wretches might be dumb enough to believe it!" Meanwhile, I'm copying the same document over & over as fast as I can (with six rum & cokes playing hell with my coordination) and Sarah is baricading the door to keep the Kinkos manager from coming back in to stop us. He eventually crawled in through the skylight and we had to leave.

Good times, good times.

I remember the time FrankJ, SarahK and I were all sitting around and playing cards.

We talked a little bit too.

I think some music was playing.

Jeez, even my fantasies are boring!

Orion

I remember the time Frank had a bad cold, and SarahK said something funny and Frank laughed so hard a cough drop got stuck in his nose...

I can't help but think back to those times in Istanbul, when Frank J. played the international arms market and SarahK danced in the souk. The nights drinking among the ruins of the Blachernae, laughing at the dervishes in Hagia Sophiak, skinny-dipping in the Golden Horn.

If Frank J. had only stuck to smuggling weapons . . .

Remember that time we..
What? Oh, no, I guess the statute of limitations hasn't expired yet..
Nope, I don't remember anything either.